The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-24
copyrighted, 1887, By J. H. EStiH.l
CHAPTER XIX.

Sir Arthur advanced into the drawing
room with Lady Nora leaning timidly on
his arm.
The Earl and Countess walked forward to
meet him with the eagerness and pleasure
they felt depicted on their countenances; but
seeing the beautiful girl drew back with sur
prise.
"a guest he has brought" thought the
Countess.
"A freak of my boys" said the Earl,
mentally; 1.-THE Beaconsfields always were
philanthropists"--heh had recognized the orig
NAL of the picture.
my boy, welcome homer exclaimed Sir
Arthur's father, fOofxing at hEIn with proud
satisfaction and shaking him warmly by the
hand
The Countess, regardless of the presence
of a stranger, clasped Der arms about her
sons neck who having seated blushing Nora
in a chair, fondled and caressed his gentle
mother to her hearts content.
And this persons" asked the Earl, re-
membering the stranger, aud advancing to
where the young wife sat pale and trem~
bling-afraid of Sir Arthur's naughty father
and yearning toward his mother.
The Countess also approached the fair
bride with loving smile, which raised the
ewes that had dropped at the approached her
father-in-law to tire face of the mother she
had longed for in a loving, atfectionate
glance.
Sir Arthur now saw the step he had taken
and trembled, but he resolved 60 face theSiU-
uation bravely for the sake of the lovely
wife whom he loved better than all else be-
ides
The Countess felt that she loved this fair
Deing already, and before her son could ex-
plain she claSped the gentle girl to her breast
and impressed loving kisses on the pure brow
and rosebud lips.
Nora returned the caresses with MUIR
muir Of delight and restfuheSS-She had at
last found a mother
The Earl stood by with hand extended In
welcome awaiting his sons explanation.
Il see, my son." said he, magnanimously,
you feared to leave her in that American
wilderness and brought her here for protec-
tiOn-it was well you did, as Lord Dudly has
expressed his wish to educate her as a gov
erness or something of the kind.
Sir Arthur, seeing the startled, blushtng
face and trembling lips and eyelids OF his
beloved, stammered
Father, mother, forgive mel | did not
tell you for | thought Morals sweet face
would plead for her when presented her to
you rs a daughter and-my wife"
Daughter wife my son, do not I'M
derstand you; explain yourself! :" said the be-
wildered Earl, while the Countess looked at
Inn with paling face
Yes my father! yes, my motherl | met
this dear girl and loved her more than words
can express and married her. If you knew
her worth as | do you would also both love
her dearly, notwithstanding she is, in the
eyes of the world, more lowly born than our
ourselves
The countenance of the Earl first grew
deadly pale and then terrific as a thunder
cloud before sending forth its angry tor
rents.
The Countess sank gasping into chair.
You ou!-you IA Beaconsfield! have
dared disgrace our l1otd name by this low
born marriage. Had you no prides no
spirit, that you must allow your idle fancies
10 run away with your senses SO as to be-
come cnamored of baby face with moth
ing to recommend itself but its pink and
white: Go! gon' cried the Ear, his voice
becoming more passionate and cruel go!
You are no Beaconheld You have dis
gfaced the old name that my fathers bore
with so much honor. Go!--take your low
Born wife and never darken these ancient
doors again-and | hope heaven may rain
curses on your disobedlent head for the ri IN
you have wrought! Go!---never darken
these doors again-and may your fathers
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The Countess looked on this terrible scene
with blanching face, and as the truth came
10 her with one wild shrek that brought
the terrified servants to the door and caused
Ihe death-like face of Nora to droop in hap
Ply unconsciousness on her husbands breast,
She tell upon her knees and with clasped, up.
HlIed hands and a face in which the agony
mat only disappointed mother love can
bring cried:
Arthur, my husband spare my son!--our
son On my knees | entreat of you spare
NY boy.-remember how we loved him-love
nun sui! o, my son O, my sonl Would
10 God could have died 10 save thee this"
margaret was standing with streaming
Eyes III recess, her heart broken for her
10Y and trembling for her lady.
Anne, arisen cried the Earl; this is
madness! never want to hear his name
spoken within these walls again--he has dis
sraced us--thc fair name of Beaconstield Is
forever disgraced, and curse himp
", Arthur Arthur Don't do not,
ocs OF you! You know what you dof y,
my son, my son!n
lhe Countess, feeling the cause to be hope
'css, arose and clasping her boy and tho
seiisoless girl in her arms cried:
MY children. o, my childrenln and sank
Ielntlng into the arms of the faithful Mar
sorct, who with the assistance of n servant
'atIled her from the room.
Or Arthur, crushed and broken-hearted
put smarting under the insults heaped upon
~ earring, turned sorrowfully toward the
d Eari, who stood looking at them with proud
contempt said: